January 28, 2025
Day 15
Miracles happen. Yesterday I woke up feeling good. I ate, I created a mess in the sewing room, I felt human again. Today was even better. I did some sewing, although my back gave me some trouble probably due to all the laying down I did last week. It will probably get better the longer I'm up, I hope so as I've made the decision to brave the crowd and go to the Folsom quilt show this weekend. With all the guilds not having shows due to rising rents I'm afraid it will be the last one, and Folsom is my favorite. I'll take the walker and wear a mask and probably take my own lunch to be safe but their food is always catered and always good. In addition to having a wonderful show they have the best raffle baskets. Last year I won two, both cat themed.
Speaking of cats, we had a bad cat year two years ago, losing 9 cats in one year. They were all old; between 15-18 years old, all beloved rescues. It was a really bad year as I also lost a daughter to suicide. She was only 58. I have no words.
Our only remaining cat was Snowy, our SnowBaby, although we should be calling her SnowLady now as she is 13 years old. I told DH no more cats as we were 71 and 78 and probably wouldn't outlive them and who would care for them when we were gone. Our kids all have large dogs and my friends except one have all died or moved out of state.
One day DH came home from the bow club with a big plastic bin. In the bin were three tiny kittens, eyes just starting to open. He found them in the middle of a dirt road. I told him this time he was going to have to feed them. Every four hours. To my great surprise he turned out to be a wonderful kitten daddy. One baby didn't make it but the other two thrived. I started helping with the feeding. He had his favorite -- a fuzzy little champagne blond so I adopted the little shorthair black and gray tiger. We couldn't keep them but we found a place that said if we fostered them until they weighed 2 pounds they would take them. I tried not to bond. When they got to two pounds the place didn't have room, even with offering a $500 donation. So we had two cats, Fuzzy (DH isn't too imaginative with names) and Scooter, named because when I opened the carrier he came scooting out right over to me and I said "Hey scooter, where are you going in such a hurry". After three days of that his name was Scooter, but we thought he was a girl for a couple months. Turned out we had two boys. Snowy did not like them at all so when we turned the boys loose from the nursery she retreated to the sewing room and is my sewing companion. I didn't want any more cats as I didn't know what would happen to them if I was gone but I must say the gift of kittens again was priceless. They are four years old now and bring us so much joy and amusing times.
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